Chapter 50
Pulse racing, Graham worked to center himself. Brent alpha-stud Danvers—the guy who’d somehow managed to all at once reduce his heart down to mush and make his dick hard as a rock—was about to go to pound town with none other than him.
High school Graham would have had so many wet dreams about this if he’d known what the future held.
Even now, it was still hard to believe. Brent was literally pulling himself up on his knees, positioning himself behind Graham for optimal penetration, and still Graham couldn’t fully fathom what was actually about to transpire.
Probably, he realized, because—despite his initial insistence to the contrary—this was exactly the scene he’d been fantasizing about from the moment he’d first arrived back in town.
Ho-ho-ho indeed.
“You ready, baby?” came Brent’s soothing voice. It caressed Graham’s ears like silk.
Excitement and fear mixed inside him. Before his mind’s eye, scenes from the past week replayed like a movie montage.
Tangling themselves together in that rat’s nest of old tree lights.
Watching the northern lights with each other up on the top of that hill.
Teaming up for that corny party game at his mom’s annual holiday gathering.
And now, this dreamboat—this beautiful man who’d made this trip something Graham would have never thought possible—was about to give him something better than any gift that came wrapped underneath the tree.
“I’m ready, babe,” he said with greater confidence than he felt. “I’m ready for you to finally fuck me, Brent Danvers.”
The filthy smile that spread then across Brent’s rascally face confirmed he was ready as well. “Hell yeah.”
A faint tap met Graham’s ears. The patter of Brent’s saliva landing on the tip of his dick.
Graham felt his heart start to race. His stallion was preparing himself.
A wicked thrill of anticipation shot across his system. It wouldn’t be long now.
“You ready for me to wreck that hole?” The slow, controlled slosh of Brent’s hand gently stroking his freshly-slicked manhood made Graham’s toes curl tight.
“Yes, Brent. Ruin me.” The desperation in his voice surprised him.
A low, hungry growl followed. “Only if that’s what you want. Is that what you want, Graham?”
Graham literally couldn’t bring himself to nod fast enough. “It’s what I need, Brent.”
His urgency seemed to render Brent convinced. “You have to promise me something, though.”
“Oh?” Graham cocked his head, confused. There in that moment, he would have promised Brent his firstborn.
Because, after all, if anyone could have been capable of getting him pregnant, Graham believed without a doubt it would have been a king like Brent.
“What do you want me to promise?”
Brent slapped the head of his meat up against Graham’s entrance. “I want you to promise”—another slap direct to his pucker—“that if this pole gets to be too much, you’ll let me know, OK? I don’t want you to end up getting hurt.”
Graham felt as if his heart had sprouted wings. Just when he thought Brent couldn’t possibly get more perfect.
“I promise,” he replied, meaning it wholeheartedly. A beat of silence followed as a sly grin formed on his face. “I don’t anticipate that’s going to be a problem, though.”
That got a snicker. “Oh, yeah?” Brent spat another wad of drool on his dick. “You really think you can handle this big piece of meat?”
The tingle of Brent’s cockhead slapping once more against Graham’s hole prompted an involuntary moan. “I sure as hell plan to give it my best shot.”
A cocky smirk quirked at the corner of Brent’s mouth.
“Oh, you won’t have to worry about that.
” He stroked his shaft slowly, admiring the view of his erection hovering inches above Graham’s quivering entrance.
“You don’t have to give me anything.” He hawked a final wad of spit down onto his throbber.
“Because tonight, I’m going to handle all the giving. ”
An immense pressure surged at Graham’s precipice. Holy fuck, this was it. Brent was about to…
He was about to…
“Jesus Christ, Brent.”
Graham wasn’t sure how long the insertion had taken. One thing he did know, however, was that he’d enjoyed every fucking second.
Literally.
It had started with just a tease. Just the very tip of Brent’s plump, red cockhead brushing with the weight of a feather against Graham’s pulsing threshold. The sensation sent tingles straight to Graham’s own dick.
“Mm, I can’t wait to get in there,” came Brent’s wolfish voice.
It went without saying that the feeling was mutual.
Brent nudged himself in further, slowly fitting his cockhead—its bare skin slicked with nothing but spit—into the warmth of Graham’s glorious hole.
Right where it belonged.
Right where it should have always belonged.
But there was no need for regrets now. Tonight they would undoubtedly make up for lost time.
“How’s that feel, babe?” Graham craned his head around to meet eyes with his man.
Bliss flooded Brent’s face as the pressure of Graham’s rim—its tightness hugging the plumpness of his juicy, throbbing head—squeezed him in that most sensitive spot that brought men straight to their knees.
“It feels so good, babe,” he said with a smile.
It was followed, however, by a flicker of hesitation.
Graham suddenly felt his stomach enter freefall. What could have been wrong?
Thankfully, he quickly found his fears allayed at the next words out of Brent’s mouth.
“Sorry. What I meant to say is that…you feel good, Graham. You are the one who makes my dick feel so fucking good.”
Graham felt his heart do a shimmy as pride lit up his chest. And to think Brent hadn’t even gotten his full tip in him yet.
Clearly, if just this small bit of penetration already had Brent seeing stars, then this guy was in for the ride of his life.
Graham would see to it personally.
“Come on, stud,” he encouraged, the devil’s grin plain on his face. “I thought you said you were going to fuck me.”
If Graham’s goal then had been to get a rise out of Brent, he certainly had succeeded.
“Hungry for more, are you?” The tenderness in Brent’s voice had vanished.
“Starving,” Graham replied as he rocked his cheeks back and forth. Even as he swayed, his rim clung relentlessly to the tip of Brent’s cockhead. Now that his man had finally begun to enter him, no way in hell was he going to let him go.
“Fuck, Graham,” Brent sighed as Graham’s pucker massaged his head. “That squeeze feels like heaven.”
Graham ground his cheeks further toward Brent. “Trust me, you’re just beginning to see what this hole can do.”
And just like that, Brent decided to find out for himself.
“Ohhh, fuuuck,” Graham moaned as Brent’s member pushed into him, forcing his hole to expand. “Jesus, you’re inside me, Brent.”
Indeed, he was correct. What he didn’t know, however, was that there was still a long way to go.
A real long way to go.
“That’s just the rest of my head, Graham.”
Disbelief flooded Graham’s face. “That’s your head?” He felt the color drain from his cheeks.
“Want me to stop?”
For a moment, Graham almost had to consider. Jesus, if this was what Brent’s head felt like, clearly he had gotten more than he’d bargained for with this dick.
Much more than he’d bargained for.
Good thing he’d never been one to back down from a challenge.
“Bring it on.”
Brent responded with a fiendish grin. “My pleasure, stud.”
Gripping Graham’s hips for leverage, Brent leaned his weight into him. “Here we go, babe.”
Graham nodded as he braced himself. “Just promise you’ll go slow, OK?”
“I promise, baby.” The tenderness in his voice had returned.
Which, for now, Graham decided, was probably for the best. There’d be time later for getting used and abused—and make no mistake, Graham couldn’t wait for Brent to own him with full domination—but good things came to those who waited.
Here in this moment, in this precious, vulnerable moment, what he really wanted most was his sweet, caring teddy bear putting him at ease.
Putting him at ease, of course, while also stretching his hole wider than he’d ever thought possible.
A rush of intensity gripped him as Brent’s cock nudged itself further in.
“It’s OK, baby,” Brent hushed into his ear as if vicariously sensing the force Graham was currently enduring.
“I’ve got you, babe. I’ve got you.” He wrapped his strong arms around Graham’s quietly heaving chest, pressing their two bodies together as one as he continued to enter his man from behind. “You’re doing so good.”
The encouragement sparked a glow in Graham. Or then again, perhaps it was just the warmth of Brent’s cock radiating into him. Either way, it felt fucking phenomenal.
“Keep going,” he pleaded.